Hey, Shame! They let you use computers in Irish gaols, huh?

Our family, Amos, was not so crass as to discuss the habits of our toilette even amongst ourselves. Except for Uncle Herman, who discussed every tiny little detail with anyone who would listen or appear to listen. I remember on time he talked for four hours about the pimples on his backside with a statue of General Grant (Unk Herman didn't see too good, either).